Welcome, art lovers. We offer for your approval a still life, if you will, of noise—a soundless canvas suggestive of sound. The mouth belongs to Pamela—in life, a shrieking battle-ax made up of adenoids, tonsils, and sound decibels; in death, an unmuted practitioner of fishwifery, undeterred and ungagged by what one would assume to be the Great Silencer. Some ghosts come back to haunt; others come back simply to pick up where they left off. Our painting is called “Pamela’s Voice,” and this is the Night Gallery.